On Christmas eve, I had to wake up early and take my dog to the vet to be put down. I've had her for 14 years, since the day she was born. I was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes as a puppy, and I was the last thing she saw as she faded into death. I am still sad. She was my shadow. That dog was with me through good times and bad. Every summer I would take her to the beach, just me and her, in an area of the beach that not many people know of, and my dog could just run free and play as she wanted. RIP.